Kyrian entered slowly.
The air there was dense and putrid, as if something had died. In addition, there was also the smell of ashes and iron.
The temperature seemed to rise with every step.
The red light from the formations flickered on the walls, revealing the narrow and deep space of the cave.
After walking deeper into the tight passage, an open area appeared.
In the center, there was a man sitting.
His back was arched, his shoulders were thin, and his skin was that of someone who had been sick for a very long time.
His hair was thin, streaked with white and black, falling over a dark red robe stained with ash.
His body seemed to decay with every breath, as if his flesh were slowly burning from the inside out.
Kyrian stopped a few meters behind him. Neither of them spoke for a while.
The distant sound of movement within the massive underground dome and structure was the only thing breaking the silence.
The man moved his hand, and the symbols on the floor pulsed faintly.
